Gary Bragg
High Plains Storm

Born in a Barn  

Across a wide sea of doubt. Back when gods rode winged horses,
We had chariot races, but no rodeo…Just taxes to pay the armed forces.
We had back-stabbing rulers. Beer but no coolers. And oil still waitin’ to flow
Oceans of sand, ten rock-hard commands More troubles than you’ll ever know


There were no pickups or Nascar, No fiddle, bass or guitar,
To help sing out what’s got you hurtin’ Sittin’ under that big ol’ bright star.
How she told you she’s pregnant, And how you ain’t the father,
And somehow the kid’s gonna be king.
It’s a strange situation, fills you with frustration;
Boy, ridin’ that donkey sure stings.


He wasn’t a cowboy; He wasn’t pure country
He wasn’t raised on a farm… But whenever he left, he left the door open
’Cause Jesus was born in a barn.


We don’t have the money. To buy enough insulation
To stop that old breeze wherever it blows. Is it a storm or finally salvation?
It’s a drafty old world. That’s why candles all flicker
And everyone catches his death. It sounds like a whisper
But it ain’t no secret. What blew you in will take your last breath.


He wasn’t a cowboy; He wasn’t pure country
He wasn’t raised on a farm… But whenever he left, he left the door open
’Cause Jesus was born in a barn.



When you feel that old wind. Blowin’ in from the desert
Blowin’ in through the cracks in your soul…
When you’re wrapped up in sin. Tryin’ to ride out the blizzard
Only faith can make your heart whole.


He wasn’t a cowboy; He wasn’t pure country
He wasn’t raised on a farm… But whenever he left, he left the door open
’Cause Jesus was born in a barn.

He wasn’t a rancher , Or a country swing dancer
But Lord knows he could spin a mean yarn
And whenever he left, he left the door open
’Cause Jesus was born in a barn.
Yes whenever he left, he left the door open
’Cause Jesus was born in a barn.